We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Mira Grant is actually my pseudonym. And Seanan is pronounced SHAWN-in.

...even saying good-bye isn’t enough. There’s always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There’s always going to be that one missing piece.

People say things like "it wasn't supposed to go this way" and "this isn't what I wanted." They're just making noise. There's no such thing as "supposed to," and what you want doesn't matter. All that matters is what happened.

One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.